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What part of Uff Da don't you understand?

You know you’re in Cambridge/Somerville when you overhear a guy saying loadly into his cellphone,"I mean, what part of ‘englightened self-interest" don’t they understand.’"

When I was back in Fargo a couple weeks ago, my dad greeted me at the door wearing a shirt that said, "What part of ‘Uff Da’ don’t you understand." It felt good to be home.

(For those of you unfamiliar with the term Uff Da, it’s a norwegan term used to express dismay, disapproval, or disgust. I have fond memories of my grandparents on both sides using it to express themselves. Grandma Lindgren was fond using of its variant, Fi Da, usually when I was teasing her about something.